I am not a passage way for broken people. Nor am I a piece of paper for you to write down your troubled thoughts. I am not the candle that keeps the flame within you alive. I will not be your sinner neither will i be your peacemaker-
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The Time Everything Changed
Puisia collection of short poems which each tell its own story
